Operation Pacific Page #3

All right. Now he's delivered.

As for the rest of it, may I remind you,

that this is not the jungle! Good day.

How do you like that?

All I wanted to do was say hello to Butch

and she comes charging in.

I suppose you don't you like Butch

for a name.

I suppose I love it. I knew a Butch.

-It's still there, huh?

-What?

-That old zing.

-Of course it's still there, you big ape.

-What do you think had happened to it?

-Those things you said at the trial....

Do you think anybody ever tells

the real reason for a divorce at the trial?

What was the real reason?

Just now when I kissed you, well,

that's where we were four years ago.

I'm proud of you. Where did you train?

General Hospital, Durham.

What did the gentleman

from North Carolina say?

Dad was all for it.

I told him it was sort of a penance.

You felt like you should do penance?

I felt like one of us should.

Penance.

I've been numb for four years

trying to figure what happened to us.

We had something,

but I guess I kicked it around.

Why don't we pick up the pieces

and start over?

-What time do you get out?

-6:
30.

At 6:
30, you pick up your hat, coat, stick

and gloves and we'll go out on the town.

-Wine?

-Wine, of course.

-Remember that little hotel?

-The waiter asked about you.

You too?

After dinner we'll dance awhile

and then we'll sneak away. I know--

-I've got a date.

-Break it.

I can't. It's with Bob Perry.

You ought to remember him.

Little Bobby Perry? Pop's kid brother?

-Why do you think he's such a kid?

-I used to pat him on the head.

-Seen him recently?

-No.

Next time you pat him on the head,

let me know. I want to be there.

-I will take care of that later. Now about--

-Duke, I've got a date.

It's all right, Commander.

This is my headache.

I could never marry a submariner.

I like to sleep with the windows open.

-Mr. Caldwell is doing all right.

-He sure is.

Tasty. Special?

I promised somebody I'd buy wine tonight.

Here we go.

Say, whatever happened to that...

kid brother of yours?

Bob? You'd never know him, Duke.

What a great big,

good-looking guy he turned out to be.

And what he does to those gals.

He's sure got all the glamour in our family.

-Good evening. For two, please.

-Right this way.

Look, Bob. It's Pop and Duke.

You remember Bob,

or don't you recognize him?

Yes. Fly-fly boy.

We got that cruiser for you.

If you run into any more good targets,

just let us know.

-We'll take care of them.

-Don't say anything.

We can never hope for any glory

like they get.

You realize that? We can do things

you pigboat boys can never do.

You sure can. For instance...

there's no record of a submarine ever

sinking one of our own planes by mistake.

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